While real perfection is only one, relative perfections must be many.
We have wept enough. No more weeping, but stand on feet and be men.
You yourselves are the Being you are seeking.
However we may receive blows, and however knocked about we may be, the Soul is there and is never injured. We are that Infinite.
There is no end to the power a man can obtain.
Highest love for God can never be achieved without renunciation.